Oh, no. I got my grade. I have to "have a talk" with my professor, who is the most arrogant bastard I've come across in a very, very long time. And I find reasons to like almost anybody. I'm curious as to whether he'll sit me down and tell me I'm stupid, as he often sees fit to do to the class as whole, or if he's actually going to try to help me. Now I have to figure out what to do, since I can't back out of the class. It's too late. We have a pass/fail option -- if I can get above a C, I can just have a "pass" show up and it won't factor into my GPA, but then I can't count the course for my major, because if I do that I have to allow the grade to appear. So, we'll see.
My mother is going to hurt me.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 10/31/05 at 12:54 PM